Lyrics:
Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking
So I be who I be, that's me
That's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking
Baby, you gotta
Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking
So I be who I be, that's me
That's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking
Baby, you gotta
Ayo Peter!
What are the odds we'd even meet?
What does it mean? It's meant to be
Why hug a wall? Why hold a seat?
Not for nothin' but it ain't
people
In his hands is a guitar
Why don't you try some of it yourself?
At least, unlike Peter
You wont twitching all over the F-frets
That's what they're
dame el chance!
Ohuwooo uhooo!
Ohuwooo uhoo ho!
! El Dream Team!
Ye he he he...
Dj Krazy en la nave
PanaPola
This is the F. A. U. S. T. O
Me llaman
the lions let go
E is for Elijah, up to heaven he went
F for the furnace where Shadrach was sent
G for Goliath, by a boy he was slain
H is for Hannah who
Peter does this solo entirely in french, after giving a shortened english translation.
"the pacifist" (translation)
Men whose names are great, I am
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Saint Peter see me
She used to hold me tight like the f***ing ceiling
Now im falling right to place I dont wanna be at
Two feet in the air, Six feet
path
He got blown away
John F. Kennedy fought for the people
White president, that wanted to see all of us equal
At least that was what he said
(See your life)
Yeah (See it)
Mm (See it)
Let me talk to 'em (Look at somethin')
Look, Peter Pan to these lost boys
They follow me
Keep a heaper
steering, white Peter Rose, I ain't tearin'
F*** your b****, in front of your chil'ren
See your whip side of my building, yeah
Put my dick and nuts in her
f*ck the dailybugle
But you can trust the peter tingle
Whats up! (Hey Spidey) Hello its me spiderman (skrush srush)
Everything I love is gone
Don’t
F C
Let's turn the page to Peter who Jesus he denied
C D7
the only ones,
Play online,
I play with guns.
Peter Parker picking funds,
Well really I dont give a f**k
Truth is that you bitches suck,
My time is now,
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
F*** with me and Meth and we break
I don't give a f*** about anything
That you're telling me
'Cause right now it's all, irrelevant
I'm so high I won't, remember it
And I wish that
love," but niggas ain't deserve it
I'ma talk my shit like I'm the next rapper murdered
Red sedan swervin' with the Peter Pan workin'
Hand-to-hand serve
Noah's ark, and often just rapping nonsense
Four stories in my home like "what the fuck's an apartment?"
Get shit popping like Peter's pores during
péter les plans mindak les planques mindak neplongé ma nchoufch danger nreposi ndir la planche n3awd nebronchi ntyer des hanches boucher f le frigo
péter les plans mindak les planques mindak neplongé ma nchoufch danger nreposi ndir la planche n3awd nebronchi ntyer des hanches boucher f le frigo
Burn you like a CD
F-L-Y (boom) , without a Peter Pan though (boom)
Fuck talk shit hit em with a heated band
(Boom, Boom, Boom)
Detective ass niggas
On a plus rien à faire
Plus rien à perdre dans ce monde
Perdu sans cesse
Habitué par les démons
Une vie sans stress qui me fait péter les plomb
Je
If Peter Piper pecked 'em
I bet you Biggie bust 'em
He probably tried to fuck him
I told him not to trust him
Lyrically I dust 'em off like
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